Tis The Season
HERE WE ARE.
It is one of those points in time and space that are conflicting and confusing. Sort of a perpetual Monday Morning. Which way do I go or should I just roll over and close my eyes until things resolve themselves?
It is technically still winter, but yesterday the thermometer hit 70°. We are fast approaching St. Patrick’s Day (It needs prep time) and we are into the middle of Lent. Football Season is over, but Baseball is still in the closet trying to decide what to wear.
I have had to assign valuable head space and time to think about all of these things. The whole world, or at least my part of it, is in a state of flux. It is neither here nor there, hither or yon, to or fro. This time of year is just “Whenever.”
When the weather is whipsawing back and forth like it has been lately about the only thing I can be sure of is that my chances of getting a cold or the flu are increased. Once I get sick I am not fit to be around.
The thing that has taken up the bulk of my brain waves lately though has been Lent. We are smack in the middle of it and in keeping with Tradition and Philosophical/Religious custom I am “Giving something up for Lent.”
I see no real purpose in giving up something as mundane as chocolate or pizza. While that may be a small sacrifice it is also a good idea anyway. When it comes to “Giving Up” for Lent it should be something that really has meaning. If I was to give up chocolate I could easily switch over to cookies to fill the void. No, if I am going to do this right it has to be something that I would notice and care about every day.
I began to think about this better aspect of it all before Lent began and it took me a while to get serious about it. My first thought was I should give up fantasizing about being able to slap the crap out of all the fools that overpopulate the world. A nice thought, but not practical. Too much travel involved.
Then I thought about giving up Sarcasm. Go ahead – cut out my heart! Shove a “My Pillow” over my face and smother me! Giving Up for Lent does not call for self-immolation.
This selection process turned out to be more difficult than I thought. I was still able to eat chocolate and be a smartass. Not much of a change there.
I got myself another cup of coffee and screwed on my Thinking Cap. After a time it dawned on
me that whatever I was going to surrender for Lent had to be something that was both an internal sacrifice and have a positive effect on the world around me.
We are into Lent big time and I don’t know if anyone has noticed it or not, but I decided that I was going to give up (Fanfare!) …being so darned critical about things and people.
There, that’s it. It doesn’t affect my calorie count or muscle tone, but I can feel the difference and, maybe before Easter, someone else may notice it as well.
The world continues to go on its orbital way sharing a lane with Elon Musk’s car and people keep on being who they are and doing what they do. My criticism and internal grumbling has no effect – none, zip, nada – on how and why people behave as they do.
After all my thinking and planning about this Lent business, all I eventually came up with was that my sacrifice for the season was that I would not be the Hall Monitor for the World. I’m cool with that.
So is the world I have discovered.